Fort Worth daily gazette. (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1882-1891, 1887-06-20

outcry. "Too lstel" is echoed from the
garrett to the cellar, from the gin-shor
and from the brothel. "Too late," 1t Is
too late and they 90 over.
Here is another group, an army OF
neglected children. They come on to-
ward the brink, and every time they ste)
ten thousand hearts break. The grour d
is red with the blood OF their feet. The
air is heavy with their gToans. Their
ranks are being filed from all the hous
of iniquity snd shame. Skeleton Dispair
pushes them on toward the brink. The
death-knell has already begun to
toll, and the angels of God hover like
! birds over the plunge of q catarl 1t.
While these children are on the lux
they halt, and throw out their hands, I'd
cry: "Help! help" 0 Church OF g. ID,
will you help? Men and women bought
by the blood of the Son OF God, will you
help? while Christ cries from the heav-
ems: "Save them from going down; lam
the ransom"
l stopped on the street and just looked
at the face of one of those little ones.
Have you ever examined the faces of the
neglected children of the poor? Other
children have gladness in their faces.
When group of them rush across the
road, it seems as though spring gust
had Embossed an orchard of apple bios
SONS. But these children of the poor.
There is but little ring in their laughter,
and it stops quick, as though some
BITTER MEMORY TRIPPED 1T.
They have an old walk. They do
not skip or run up on the lumber just for
the pleasure of leaping down. They never
bathed in the mountain stream. They
never waded in the brook for pebbles.
They never chased the butterfly across
the lawn, putting their hat right down
where IL was just before. Childhood has
| been dashed out Of them. Want waved
! lis wizard wand above the msnger OF
their birth, and withered leaves are lying
where God intended budding giant OF
battle. Once in while one Of these chill
dren gets out. Here is one, for instance.
At ten years Of age he is sent out by his
paren s, who say 10 him: "Here is
Dasket-nOW 20 off anG beg and steal." "
The boy saws: 81 cGn't steal" They
Kick him into corner That night he
puts his swollen hesd iGt9 the straw; but
voice comes from heaven, saying:
"Courage, poor hoy, courage" Cover
ing up mis- head from the Destialisy, and
stopping MS ears from the cursing, he
gets on up better and better. He washes
his face clean at the public hydrant.
With few pennies got Ct running er-
rands he gers better coat. Rough men,
knowing that he comes from low street,
say: "Back with you, you little villain,
to the place where you came from.'f But
that night the boy says: "God help me,
can't go back" and quicker than ever
mother flew ct the cry of Z child's pain,
the Lord responds from the heavens:
| "COurage, poor boy, courage" His
bright face gets him 8 position. After
awhile he is second clerk. Years pass
on and he is first clerk. Yeer5 pass
on. The glory of young manhood is on
him. He comes iGtO the firm. He goes
from one business success to another.
He has achieved great fortune. He is
the friend of the church of God, the
friend of al good institutions, and one
day he stands talking to the Board of
Trade or 10 the Chamber of Commerce.
People say "DO you know who that IS?
Why, that Is
A MERCHANT PRINCE,
and he was born on Elm street" But
God says in regard TO him something
better than that; "These are they
which came out OF great tribulation, and
had their robes washed and made white
in the blood Of the Lamb " o, for some
one to write the history Of boy heroes
and girl heroines who have tTiumpled
over want and starvation, and filth and
rags! Yea, the record hiss already been
made-made by the hand Of God; and
when these shall come at last with songs
and rejoicing, it will take a very broad
banner to hold the names of all the
battle fields on which they got the vic
tory.
Some years ago g rough clad, ragged
boy came into my brothers. office IN New
York, and said: "Mr. T&lmage, lend NE
So" My brother said "Who are you?"
The boy replied: 81 am nobody Lend
me So" "Whst do you want to do with
So" "WeI," the boy replied, "my
mother is sick and poor, end l want TO
go into the newspaper business, and l
shall get home for ner, and l will pay
you back" My brother gave him
the So, of course never expected to see
it again; but he said: "When will you
you pay it?" The BOY said: 81 will pay
it in six months, sir" Time went by,
and one day 9 lad came into my brothers.
Office, and said: AThere's your S."
"What do you meani What S5?" in
quired my brother Don't you Temem-
Der a boy came III here six months ago
and wanted to borrow So TO go into the
newspaper business?" go, yes. remem-
Der; are you the lad?" eyes," he re
piled, 81 have got along nicely. have
got nice home for my mother (she is
sick yeti, and l am as well clothed as
you are, and there's your So" o, was
he not worth saving? Why, that lad is
worth fifty such boys as l have sometimes
seen moving in elegant circles, never put
to any use
FOR GOD OR MAN.
Worth saving, I 90 farther than that,
and tell you they are not
only worth saving, but they are being
saved. One of these lads picked up from
our streets, and sent west by benevo-
lent society, wrote east, saying: ~ am
getting along first rate. l sm on proba
ton in the Methodist church, / shall be
entered as 8 member the first of next
month. l now teach q Sunday school
class of eleven boys. I get along first
rate with it. This is q splendid country
to make living in. If the boys running
around the street with blaCking-boX OF